Arise, shine, for Thy light has come. (Isaiah, 60)

To hasten towards the morning,
the world all agleam and aglow,
and one´s veins an ecstasy of joy
as the latest sunspot shows,

past the fir trees dripping,
which, laden with drops of dew,
hang like a curtain, before
the Springbreeze blows it anew,

over the tree-tops driving,
for that very moment a yearn,
when the following change is now assured: -
this light for the burning sun’s.

(Nachdichtung: Derek Donaldson)